Standing on a crate,

my head 

in a halo of dappled 

vines and fruit,

I think of Jack climbing

a magic beanstalk to the clouds 

where a giant bellowed:

“Fee-fi-fo-fum !”

But up here,

there is nothing amiss

only a brief moment of verdant bliss.


It is Quadrille Monday at dVerse again and the word to be included in our 44-word poem is ‘bliss’. I use the word ‘fruits’ to refer to green beans as technically green beans are fruits and I feel the word conveys a sense of harvest and abundance. The photo below shows the beanstalk (bean vine climbing a bamboo pole) that inspired this poem and to the right, the black crate I stand on to reach the beans at the top. And as a bonus, the photo also shows a visit by my local wild turkey flock. Fortunately the beans were not disturbed as they are surrounded by netting (not visible in the photo.)

©2017 Ontheland

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